#i love cal

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

piece of you in how i dress

“cherry” by harry styles

benny cross x reader / 1.1k words

idea: benny rocks a new look

tw: none really, drinking, smoking, cursing, but just a bunch of cuteness

notes: sooo i sent a request to clo a bit ago (b4 we became bestie boos) and i was rereading what she wrote and it was SO GOOD so i kinda wanted to write a little piece abt that!! sorry if this is kinda shit imve been really really busy the past week but i wanted to put something out BUT i hope y’all like this :)) also PLEASE go read @semperamans work bc she is just TOO GOOD and deserves all the love !!

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benny’s always had a distinct look to him. messy hair, ripped jeans, sharp tattoos, scares covering his fists, and a chilling stare on his face that completed his intimidating look. although he and the rest of the vandals all seem to look the same, with their colors on and unique pasts merging together, benny was always recognizable and stood out like a sore thumb.

nobody really questioned why the young vandal was so feral, why his past shaped him into somebody who can either lurk in silence or create chaos out of nothing in the blink of an eye, because it wasn’t anyone's business. sure the vandals began because of the love to ride all day and night, but the community of people was built around acceptance of each member, regardless of their past.

so why the hell would anyone care? the guy just has a classic look to him!

until benny met you.

“wahoo you seeing what i’m seein’?” “the sexy redhead with that tiny skirt on? cause if you are-” “stop fuckin’ droolin’ for a second and turn that thick ass head of yours ‘round! over at the pool table!” due to drinking a ton and smoking weed, it took a while for corky and wahoo to focus on the same thing. and luckily they were able to, looking over at the pool table where benny was watching cal take a strike during their game. his dark shirt and dark jeans were so rough against his skin, that the pop of blush pink was throwing the two guys off. a little pink blob was tied around a belt loop on benny’s jeans, standing out like a sore thumb.

to say that wahoo and corky were stumped was an understatement “what is that shit on his pants?” “i d’know, that’s why my last resort was askin’ you” “ah fuck you too shithead! if you care s’much let’s jus’go ahead n’ask him” wahoo stood up first with corky trailing behind as they walked to the pool table, the mix of alcohol and pot in their systems making them stumble and laugh.

once they reached the table they immediately approached benny, perching their hands on his side of the table “hey benny! did ya’ fairy godmother visit you in ya’ sleep last night?” “or a.. a princess spare y’any gifts?” the boys started chattering, trying to hint to benny at what they were talking about “what t’hell are you goin’ on about? did you take some of that shit sonny got?” benny was genuinely confused, wondering what in gods name wahoo and corky took to be asking him about fairies and princesses. “what y’mean? look at you! all pretty in pink for us tonight! jus’wanna know what lucky lady gave y’that?” corky said with a laugh, which got the attention of cal.

oh here we go.

benny put it together in his head what they were laughing about, and a rush of pink started to fill the cheeks. he completely forgot he had your pink scare tied to him, you asked him to hold onto it because it was bothering your neck. he didn’t even think of it, and now caught off guard that his friends noticed.

he didn’t know what to say. was everyone else gonna start teasing him? telling him that he’s changed and now all soft? he had no idea. but as he was trying to open his mouth to say something, cal already beat him to it.

“you guys know who gave that to him, she’s literally been in here 3 times this week! spared your sorry asses some cookies that were for the ladies!” cal chirped in, his voice gaining the intoxicated guys attention “benny’s right, what the fuck did y’all take? can’t have y’forget so much that your dicks are hanging out ‘cause you forgot how to zip up your flies!” he said vulgarly, but earning a little chuckle from benny “now go smoke whatever shit sonny gave you outside! m’getting a headache” cal told corky and wahoo. both benny and cal watched them walk away, drowning in drunken cackles.

benny turns his head back to cal, seeing him take a sip of his beer before shifting his attention back to him “so how is she? i noticed that she isn’t with you tonight?” cal’s question threw off benny for a moment, surprised that he’d be asking about his girl. “yeah she’s good. she uh.. picked up an extra shift early for the mornin’, so she stayed home so she could get a good sleep,” benny said softly, the shift to talking about his girl made the blush creep even higher “almost didn’t show tonight ‘cause i wanted to help her relax, but she insisted for me to come here anyway” he said with a smile. oh how stubborn you could be.

“well i'm glad that she’s well, y’got a hard working lady on y’hands” cal said in response, noticing how shy benny got “listen, you and i both know that they're off their asses tonight, so don’t let their teasing rattle you, i know they respect her as much as the rest of us do” cal spoke to benny calmly, unsure if he was upset with their friends “no no i.. i’m not mad. i feel the opposite really,” benny looked down at the sweet pink scarf against his jeans “jus’happy that’ll get to see her once i get back home” he looked up at cal with a smile. it’s already getting pretty late, and benny told you that he’d drive you to work in the morning, so he might as well just call it a night and head out.

and just like that it was like cal read his mind “well why don’t you go on and get to it, i’ll cover our drinks right here” cal offered, which benny returned with a nod. he benny grabbed his leather jacket, and started walking away, cal spoke up one more time

“tell her i wish her luck, and hope to see the both of you on friday” “i promise i will”

and with that final promise he was out the door, hopped on his bike, and was on his way home. while driving down the dimly lit roads he’d glance down at your scarf blowing in the wind, and couldn’t help but smile. ‘a little piece of you in how he dressed’ some could say.

he couldn’t wait to get home.

[mushiewrites]

Finding Giggly Gogy

from this prompt list, from my lil angel baby puppy knight @awkwardtickleetoo 🥺 (ask here!). thank you for the prompt, this was so cute and fun to bang out (and torture you with) in like 2 hours bc im insane :3

prompt 1 - “i really want to tk you right now” / prompt 12 - “why are you holding back! laugh!”

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.5K words)

As the evening sun poured through the living room windows, George held his hand in front of his eyes, squinting and readjusting until the sun was no longer blinding him. He slumped back into the pillows he had placed under his head, having been laying on the couch for around an hour now after finishing up with dinner. Dream was sitting beside him with George’s legs draped over his thighs, a hand resting on the brunette’s shin while the other arm was over the back of the couch, leaning into it. Sapnap had left the two after eating, having prior plans to do a sponsored stream with Karl and a few other friends, leaving them to find their own entertainment. 

They had spent their time with the tv on, some random show playing simply for background noise as they scrolled through Tiktok, every now and again showing each other funny ones that had popped up on their feeds. After a little while though Dream felt George beginning to fidget, sensing that the older boy was getting bored. Which in his experience was never a good thing. He locked his phone before placing it on the couch cushions next to him, turning his head to catch the end of George’s stretch. 

His hands were above his head, his eyes closed and his leg muscles flexed slightly as he let out a contented sigh, melting back into the couch as his muscles relaxed. Dream’s attention was caught by a flash of pale skin, a tiny sliver of lower tummy exposed from George’s arms being raised. The blonde smiled, letting out a huff of air through his nose while he thought about the possible reactions he’d get if he traced a nail over it. The elder opened his eyes, his arms still above his head as he smiled up at Dream in slight confusion. 

“What are you-” 

“I really want to tickle you right now.” 

“Wh- no?!” George’s arms immediately lowered, crossing over his torso as his hands covered what they could, yanking his shirt back down. “Why?!”

“You just look so….tickleable?” Dream raised an eyebrow as he spoke, the corners of his mouth turning up at the word choice. George scoffed, leaning up on his elbows and trying to pull his legs off of Dream’s lap. 

“That’s not even a word! Wh- Why?!” The elder exclaimed in surprise as he felt a grip on both of his ankles, pulling them back to lay against the couch and forcing George’s thighs to lay back over Dream’s. “Whahat are you doing?! L-Let mehehe go!” He fell back onto the couch as he used his hands to grab at Dream’s, trying and failing to pull them away from his ankles. He squealed, covering his mouth with his hands when he felt the swipe of a finger over the arch of his left foot. The hands climbed up his calves and to his knees, squeezing the sides of it twice and causing George to let out a startled gasp. 

“Why would I do that when I could have a squirming, giggly Gogy in my lap?” The words made George’s cheeks slowly heat up, his hands now moving from covering just his mouth to covering his whole face. Dream took this opportunity to move his hands up slowly, kneading gently into the muscles above George’s knees and smiling when he heard another muffled squeal from behind his hands. 

“Nnh!” George whined behind his hands, still refusing to move them as Dream continued his pinches and prods on his sensitive inner thighs. Dream used his thumb and middle finger to knead little circles on the inner and outer thigh at the same time, giggling as George bucked up with yet another squeal. But no matter how many times his fingers traveled up and down the thighs, George didn’t let out any laughter. This was odd, considering George normally loses his mind at any type of tickles he receives. Dream rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of the boy next to him, smirking when he realized what he was doing.  

“What’s going on? I have a squirmy Gogy, but it seems I’m lacking a giggly Gogy! Let’s change that, shall we?” 

George lowered his hands at that, panicking with his eyes wide as he watched Dream wiggle his fingers over his torso. The brunette reached his arms up, attempting to grab onto Dream’s wrists again, but squeaked when the hands dodged out of his path and began poking softly up and down the right side of George’s ribs. As quickly as he lowered them, George’s hands were back over his face, a shaky groan seeping through his fingers as Dream continued the gentle assault on his ribs. 

“Why are you holding back? Laugh, you little idiot!” George whined at that, shaking his head quickly as his blush quickly spread from his cheeks to his ears, turning them bright red and letting Dream know his teases were getting to him. 

“Come on, where’s my pretty boy? Why is he hiding the giggles from me, huh?” Another long whine from George was all Dream needed to tell him that the older boy was on the brink of breaking, smirking as he moved one hand from George’s ribs down to his thighs again. 

“Alright, Georgie. You’ve left me no choice.” Dream faked a disappointed sigh before pinching his right hand over George’s bottom ribs, while his left hand squeezed quickly into his inner upper thigh. The blonde was smiling, breaking into his own giggles as he watched George squirm like a fish out of water, kicking his legs pathetically against the couch and twisting his torso back and forth to try to move away from Dream’s pinches. 

“Mhmhm!! Nhn!” 

Slowly but surely, more squeaks and squeals came from behind the barrier George had made with his hands, until eventually it all exploded out when Dream hit a particularly sensitive spot on the back of George’s ribs. The elder tried his hardest to keep his laughter in, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as hard as he could, but it was no use. He was simply too ticklish. George couldn’t help the hyena-sounding cackles that poured from him, finally letting it all out and quickly grabbing for Dream’s hands once again.

“There he is! Finally, giggly Gogy has been found!” The pun was not lost on George, who would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t drowning in his own laughter. 

“Okahay okay! P-Plehehease! Dreheheam!” George pleaded, giving Dream his best teary puppy dog eyes to try and persuade the younger boy to stop. It would seem luck was on George’s side as not even a minute later, the tickling came to a stop, now replaced with soothing rubs from Dream’s palms to help calm the ghost tickles. George allowed himself to ride out the giggles, closing his eyes again and throwing an arm over his face that was still glowing bright pink. 

“Wh-What was thahat for?!” He questioned the blonde as he finally got his breathing regulated, leaning back up on his elbows as he waited for Dream’s reply.

“I was bored, you were bored. I saw you were squirmy and I just had to do it! Plus, you’re adorable when you’re tickled.” Dream explained, laughing when George rolled his eyes. He poked into the older boy’s ribs twice more, making the smaller boy break out into panicked giggles as he pulled his legs back over and up into his chest, finally able to break free from the tickly trap Dream had him in. 

“That’s not even a real reason!” George complained, trying his best to sound annoyed through the huge grin that he couldn’t quite shake, the ghost tickles still bubbling in his tummy at the thought of what he just went through. 

“To be fair, I was going to stop, but you decided to be stubborn and hold your giggles back from me,” Dream shrugged, picking up his phone from off of the couch before unlocking it, now scrolling through his twitter feed. “Consider this a learning experience! Next time just laugh for me, okay kitten?” 

The nickname had George blushing up to his ears once more, letting out one last scoff as he sat up the right way on the couch, his feet barely touching the ground as he leaned back into the couch next to Dream, shoulders brushing together as he did. 

And if a few minutes later Dream finds himself with a lap full of the brunette’s torso, no one can blame him when he decides to tickle the life out of him; this time making sure George doesn’t have any chance of holding in his laughter. In fact, just because he was robbed of prior giggles, Dream decides to make him scream. Just because he can.

[neverchecking]

What do you think would happen between Darling and Zelda should they meet? 'Cause, lemme tell you-

I would throw hands-

No, bc me too-

Okay, so, I'm playing on this being the Holy Grail Au! Now, let's pick Fauna. Because she is so high on my shitlist right now. Flora and Natura will get their turn though >:(

I imagine Reader givers her the strikeout system. If she slips, even the slightest, she's giving her a warning in a public and loud callout. If she slips again, she's squaring up with Fauna, shoulder to shoulder, and giving one last final chance. Third Strike? She is tearing her to shreds. Calling out about how she had only lived long enough to gain her powers because of the very man she deems as worthless. That she had signed her peoples' death warrants by relying on the ancient tech so heavily when they hadn't even fully understood it. That the only reason her kingdom still stood was because of that man. And she doesn't realize how lucky she is to have him in her life at all and that if Reader had their way, they'd take Cal away, never to be seen in this damned Hyrule again.

And you know what? Cal isn't too against the idea.

[lucidpeech]

against all odds, we all survived, together.

[stealingpotatoes]

tfw you're too busy trying to hide your jedi-code-breaking romance to notice your fellow jedi is also breaking the code

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[aliendietcoke]

for my girlies who struggle with binging

[chellsiememmel]

SCREAM NOT THE CURSED OSKI HEAD CLOSE UP

[beedeewun]

he sit

[pixiexmint]

hi everyone! welcome to my blog!!

i go by she/her and my name on this blog is pixie!

i am a minor so i would really appreciate it if you did not call me anything weird..

i will mainly post: CaL (cats are liquid), cats, animals, and from time to time other stuff.

This blog is mainly made for entertainment purposes and not meant for hate, it is not directed to anyone.

I am a beginner artist so please do not judge my art.

For clarification, the cats are in the state where none of the worlds ever happened.

If you don’t know what the cats names are here you go:

Lumi: The white, blue-eyed cat Mint: The green, white-eyed cat Glacier: The blue, sky-blue eyed cat Pepper: The red, white-eyed cat

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Thank you!

[lorbarca]

I lost 5lbs in the last 10 days… I don’t think i can stop. seeing the numbers go down on the scale is an addiction.

if ur gonna ask how i did it just know i walk/run (mainly walk) 10k-15k steps everyday and eat less than 200 cals a day. but i’ve been fasting for 2 days now so i jus been sippin on liquids bahaha obviously liquids that r 10 cals or less.

[flyndragon]

I love the idea of jedi babies with psychometry just.... latching onto random things that have good memories attached and carrying it around like a teddy bear. Like baby Quin found a spatula with a memory of a kid and their parent lovingly making cookies in it and he slept with a dollar store spatula for the next 3 years. Cal found some silverware that a happy group of friends used for all of their special occasions, so his pockets end up full of comfort spoons. and forks. and butter knives.

[calypsolemon]

dance on a razor's edge

[magicalplaylist]

[neverchecking]

The one about virgin calamity with fairy did something to me, especially the part about helping calamity practice, imagine if you will, if your not too busy or tired, suckling him off to help build endurance or stamina, maybe train him to hold his orgasims. But he can't stand not pleasuring his goddess, so just sit on his face while suckling, kissing, licking, humming and mouning, foundling his balls while he's screaming in his goddesses pussy in pleasure, his beloved occasionally stopping to make sure he's doing alright and if he needs a break. Like "you doing OK baby?" Or "let me know when you need a break ok sweetie?"

ANON YOU HAVE FED ME GOOD TODAY-

Reader using their own body to train Cal? Hnng- Please. I need to talk about this. About hours spend in bed, riding Cal's face as his hips buck, desperately searching for any and all friction his glorious divinity could offer him. He's aching from his place beneath you, leaking all over both himself and the bed, trying desperately to distract himself from his own pleasure. Anytime he feels he's close, and trust me, you'll know (With his adorable little whines and keens, and the intensity of his bucking), Reader is pinching their fingers around the base of his cock and watching in glee as he teeters right on that edge. It's just enough touch to keep him at the point of no return, but not enough to push him over. It's nearly painful as he muffles any noises, focusing on what pleasure he can offer his divinity. Anything to bring them to that edge before he bursts. And if his lover takes that dom! persona? It almost doesn't even matter because he's swear he's cumming at the praise and reassurance spilling from their lips, regardless if he's ejaculating or not.

Now, this might get a bit touchy here so CW: Mentions of Subspace and Dom/Sub Play.

Imagine Cal as the most brainless little sub. Slipping into his own personal headspace where his only thoughts are pleasing his lover and 'Oh goddess above don't cum yet'. Where the only thing he can do is watch them vacantly, drooling down his chin and letting himself be little more than a toy as Reader gently caresses his cheek and whispers all sorts of reassurances into his ear. Where, at some point, he's no longer cumming in spurts, its rather a continuous stream of cum being pumped into his lover over and over and over again.

Just Cal being the perfect little sub <3

[callieisto]

(Minors Dni) I fear Sam Winchester doesn’t know how to act once you let him eat you out.

Let me explain. (Grips your shoulders)

He’s down there for what feels like hours, making the sloppiest noises, whining and begging into your pussy like it’s a god that will save him. Muttering about how you taste so good, licking your clit, tongue fucking you within an inch of your life. Moaning when you pull on his hair and whining when you pull him away because you’re sensitive.

“Please,” he’s whining. “Please, jus’ one more, need you to give me one more-”

His eyes are glazed over, his chin is wet, his pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the color. He pouts at you, gripping your thighs and leaning in to place kisses against them, even though his hands are trembling. You relent because… of course you do?? He’s so pretty, begging and rutting his hips into the bed (he has cum from eating you out, and he will do it again), and he really just wants to make you feel good.

The memories of your whines and your cries and the way you taste are burned into his memory, so he can relive them on long nights without you. So you let him pull one, or two, or three more out of you.

He has nooooooooooooooo idea how to act when you let him get down there is all I’m saying. He’ll keep going until you pry him off with a crowbar or until his fingers start to prune.

[kelsh]

“You were a friend when we needed it, and we won’t forget that. Should you ever need it, you have family in Baldur’s Gate.” - Zevlor